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Arthur worked hard from the earliest part of the day until the sun set way down low in the sky. Every night he was terribly tired. Up the porch steps he climbed. Out went the lights and into bed he plopped. “Sleep at last.” Arthur mumbled as he closed his tired eyes. Cha-cha-cha. Cha-cha-cha, screech, Arthur stirred a little in his sleep but he did not wake up. Scratch, scratch. Croak and a twang, twang. Arthur sat straight up in his bed. Pitter-patter could be heard. Arthur threw on the lig...

Eleanor danced right out of bed every morning and right back into it every single night. Every morning she would twirl onto the kitchen table to take her pancakes for a whirl. She danced up a terribly enormous bubble storm in the tub and gyrated while brushing her teeth. Getting dressed was quite the event with tumbles, a few swirls and a quick twirl. Eleanor did not walk to school but she did do quite a wonderful waltz. “This street is always so jammed,” she thought as she danced through a ...

Eleanor danced right out of bed every morning and right back into it every single night. Every morning she would twirl onto the kitchen table to take her pancakes for a whirl. She danced up a terribly enormous bubble storm in the tub and gyrated while brushing her teeth. Getting dressed was quite the event with tumbles, a few swirls and a quick twirl. Eleanor did not walk to school but she did do quite a wonderful waltz. “This street is always so jammed,” she thought as she danced through a s...

Eleanor danced right out of bed every morning and right back into it every single night. Every morning she would twirl onto the kitchen table to take her pancakes for a whirl. She danced up a terriablly enormous bubble storm in the tub and gyrated while brushing her teeth. Getting dressed was quite the event with tumbles, a few swirls and a quick twirl. Eleanor did not walk to school but she did do quite a wonderful waltz. “This street is always so jammed,” she thought as she danced through ...

Jake desperately inched his itty-bitty fingers along the kitchen counter reaching for his cup. He stood on the very tips of his toes, and stretched, groaned and wiggled his little fingers forward. It was no use; he couldn’t reach. Jake grumbled, mumbled, and stomped his feet. He was so frustrated that he could have stomped around all day. But he didn’t. He stopped grumbling, and he stopped mumbling, and even stopped stomping his feet. He stood up tall and declared, “If I had my cup I would t...